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SIR WILLIAM WALLACE. 239
" "Will ye gie me your gown, your gown, ts
Your gown but and your kirtle, Your petticoat of bonny brown,
And belt about my middle ?
" TO take a pitcher in ilka hand,
And do me to the well, *>
They'll think I'm one of your maidens,
Or think it is your sell."
She has gien him her gown, her gown,
Her petticoat and kirtle, Her broadest belt wi' silver clasp, m
To bind about his middle.
He's taen a pitcher in ilka hand,
And dane him to the well, They thought him one of her maidens,
They ken'd it was nae hersell. 60
Said one of the Southron foragers,
" See ye yon lusty dame ? I wou'd nae.gie muckle to thee, neebor,
To bring her back agen."
Then all the Southrons follow'd him, fc
And sure they were but four; But he has drawn his trusty brand,
And slew them pair by pair.